Some weeks ago, I was on the sales floor, going about usual business at my thrift store job. While sorting the rolling rack I had just priced, I heard a woman saying something to her son, presumably.

"That's for girls," she said, annoyed and bemused. I didn't dare sneak a glance at them, but I could only imagine. I sighed and carried an armful of boys' clothes towards the boys' section to put away.

Later, giggling. As a preteen girl laughed, I heard the door of a nearby changing room. Then, the same woman's voice: "I swear, if you try on one more thing for girls, I'm going to be worried about you."

Yuk it up, sweetie. It's real funny.

I wanted very, very badly to have a talk with this woman, but I couldn't risk my job. Not now.

I bit my lip, walked back towards the other rolling rack, and tried not to cry as I began separating it into boys' and girls'.

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